'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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While the gymnasium trembled beneath the sound of roaring chants and excitement, as Hankuk's name echoed like a war cry for glory, Juwon walked elsewhere-through a different kind of noise.
His presence cut through the crowd like a shadow moving through sunlight-seen yet never touched.
The building he stepped into wasn't silent. It echoed with murmurs, laughter, footsteps, and ringing phones. But as soon as Juwon passed, space seemed to widen. People shifted subtly away, unconsciously drawn to his gravity yet instinctively wary of it.
He was a man built like a promise kept too long-tall, lean, wrapped in a dark aura that dripped off him like ink.
His jaw was marked with a faint scar, and just below the curve of his ear, barely visible beneath the collar of his hoodie, was a tattoo of a rose. It's petals falling-etched in black and almost too intricately beautiful. His eyes didn't waver as he moved past secretaries and security officers.
No one stopped him. No one dared.
The hoodie he wore was old. Faded gray. It hung off his frame with intentional carelessness. If one didn't know him, he might've seemed disheveled, maybe even tired. But his arrogance- the way his mouth twitched at the corners like he knew the ending to every story-made it clear.
This was no tired man. This was a predator who didn't need to run.
He reached the private elevator at the end of the hall and stepped inside. The dingy metal doors closed. A flicker of a smirk appeared on his face as he watched the numbers climb.
1st floor.
2nd floor.
3rd floor.
4th floor.
5th floor. Juwon smirked. His destination.
Restricted. No surveillance. Perfect.
The hallway he entered smelled like dust and old secrets. The walls were yellowed, lit by dim lights that flickered like they were on their last breath. One door stood half open at the end, and inside, a man was waiting.
Slicked-back hair. Three-piece suit. An expensive wristwatch that glinted in the light of a half-burnt desk lamp. He didn't look up when Juwon stepped in and just let out a dry chuckle and leaned back.
"Lee Juwon," the man drawled, voice like sandpaper and smoke, "What do you want to destroy this time?"
Juwon smiled, slow and unsettling, like a knife being unsheathed. He dropped himself into the chair across from the man, leg crossed over the other, eyes never leaving his face.
"Something bigger," he said, voice calm, almost amused. "Something loud. Something... that destroys every useless stone in my way."
The man raised an eyebrow. Sat back in his creaking chair and chuckled again, this time a little louder.
